Gladiator's Seduction-Excerpt

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An Excerpt from GLADIATOR’S
SEDUCTION

Copyright (c) AMY
RUTTAN 2011

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Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

She was naked save for a thin piece of
gauze material wrapped around her hips. Her dark skin was dusted and painted
with gold, which shimmered in the brilliant sun, filtering through the windows.
Darius’ blood thickened at the sight of dusky nipples, so taut and firm. He
imagined briefly what it would be like to take one in his mouth and tease it.

Her eyes were the color of sapphires, and
they glittered under the turquoise kohl that shadowed them. Her red lips were
plump and glistened, like they had already been bruised in a fit of passion.
Her hair—the color of midnight—was bobbed at her chin and woven with threads of
gold and silver.

By the gods he wanted her.

It has been too long.

“Greetings, I am Husn.”

“Why are you here?” Darius asked, trying
to tamp down the burning desire to part her long legs and bury his cock inside
her.

“Do not ask foolish questions. Just take
whatever it is she’s offering,” Jason whispered. Darius could tell by the
tremor in Jason’s voice that he was just as aroused and awestruck by Husn’s
presence. Jason was always the eager one—always jumping into the fray before
asking questions.

A sensual smile tugged the corner of her
lips her gaze fell on Jason. A surge of jealousy passed through him at her
appreciative appraisal of his comrade. Jason was more handsome than he, with
the statuesque good looks of a Thracian god. Darius, on the other hand, came
from Gaul, and was thicker and broader than Jason. He kept his ruddy-colored
hair shorn short so he would not attract attention.

“Why are you here?” Darius asked again,
finally finding his voice.

Husn grinned, her pearl white teeth biting
into her lush bottom lip as she slid off the silver tray to stand before him.
“I have been brought as a gift to pleasure you.”

The scent of her arousal assailed him and
his cock hardened under his leather kilt. He gripped the hilt of his sword as
she reached out and trailed a finger down his bare arm, her skin searing his
flesh with the heat of desire.

“Who sent you?”

“The priestesses of Satet.” She moved
closer to him, her nipples brushed against his chest. He sucked in a deep
breath as her hands slid over his thighs, under his kilt, her fingers brushing
close to his testes. “I am here to pleasure you, as a thank you for your fine
governance to our land.” She nuzzled close to his neck, her breath hot against
his skin. “I have been trained in many forms of mating. I can pleasure you any
way you want. I am ready and eager to do your bidding, my master.”

A groan slipped past Darius’ lips. He
pulled her tight against him, he craned his neck to see if Jason was still in
the room, but everyone had miraculously disappeared. It was just him and Husn
who remained.

Darius scooped her up in his arms and
carried her to his chamber. His pulse thundering between his ears as he laid
her down against the pillows and tore away the thin gauze wrapping from her
voluptuous hips. A strangled gasp escaped him as she spread her legs. Her pussy
was bare and he longed to bury his face in her slit and taste her sweet honey.

“I desire you, my master. See how wet I am
for you?”

Darius’ head spun as he quickly undressed
and slid down beside her. If he was not careful he would spill his seed right
now because he was so eager for her.

Be patient.

Husn waited for him, her eyes sparkling
from under her thick lashes. Darius caressed her cheeks, before taking her lips
in a gentle kiss. His hands roved down her body, the tips of his fingers
brushing against her dusky skin.

His heart raced, his cock hard and thick
with need as she reached out and ran her fingers over his thigh. Her touch was
soft and branded his skin in a way he had not felt in a long time. He grabbed
her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist where her pulse raced against her
skin. Her sigh of pleasure was like music to his ears.

Darius captured her lips with his. Kissing
her fervently, letting her know how much he had desired her.

Husn returned the kiss—just as ardent as
he—snaking her arms around his neck, letting his tongue plunder her mouth. Her
nipples brushing against his chest.

He broke the kiss, pushing her against the
damask sheets. She was like a goddess, her legs spread open, and her sex wet,
pink and waiting for him.

“Oh gods, Husn. You are beautiful.” He
trailed his hand over her body, lingering on her breasts, cupping them,
kneading them. Husn eyes closed and her body arched. He leaned over, kissing
her breast before laving her nipple with his tongue. A moan escaped past her
lips and she pressed herself closer to him.